Eating at Home

Here's a list of homegrown things I ate today.  Eggs, chard, collards, tomatoes, zucchini, beets, potatoes, carrots, chives, cauliflower, broccoli, beans,  raspberries, blueberries, blackberries and figs.  Pretty impressive when you list it all like that.  

Breakfast was fried eggs with gently (sounds like something they would put on a menu) sauteed zucchini and a salad of chard, collards and tomatoes sprinkled with sliced almonds, with half a fig on the side. (Thanks Larry!)  Speaking of Larry, he had another checkup on his eye, things are coming along just fine the doctor says.  He is back to doing most, but not quite all,  of what he would normally do.

The same salad for lunch with pickled beets and a can of tuna mixed with homemade mayonnaise, chives and grated carrot.  Raw chard and collards fill in pretty well for lettuce when the lettuce is all bolting and tasting bitter.

Supper was left over pork chops with roasted vegetables, which is where the potatoes, carrots, cauliflower and broccoli come in, as well as the first of our beans.   

I got in a good couple of hours of weeding and seeding in the garden today, until it got too hot. While I was out there I ate a few of the last raspberries and blueberries, and maybe another fig or two.  I FINALLY got something planted in the spot where I dug the garlic out three weeks ago.  Just another one of those jobs that aren't hard, it's just the getting started that is.  Now I need to get the garlic sorted out and cleaned up and ready to take to the market.

We walked the dogs around the block a little bit earlier tonight, and saw two bucks disappear into the trees along the way.  I was hoping for a picture, but no such luck.

After the walk and just before dark I managed to managed to get a bucket of blackberries picked, the last part probably more by feel than anything.  Of course quite a few of those didn't make it into the bucket.

I forgot to pick the zucchini yesterday, so of course today the eight that I picked were bigger than I would have preferred.  The zucchini plants are starting to take over some of the potato plants, so I dug up those so they wouldn't get so overgrown that I'd forget about them.

I was about to start some jam this afternoon, but then didn't because I had to leave to meet someone earlier than I had planned, and while I was out bought a few other fruits and veggies.  Larry had reminded me to get a box of cheap apples for the sheep.  She gets one morning and night, and is sure to let you know that she hasn't got it yet, and what. is. taking. so. long.?  Well there were none of the cheap apples to be had, but I had an idea.  On the way home I took a different route past a couple of apple trees that are along side the road.  Luckily they were ripe and there were lots on the ground.  I managed to scrounge up 10 or 15 pounds of ones that weren't half rotten and put them on the floorboards of the car.  All the while trying to look very nonchalant and was really hoping that people using the post office, library and credit union across the way didn't notice me poking around in the long grass at the side of the road.

It's supposed to drop a degree a day over the weekend, thank goodness, which is a long weekend for us.  BC Day here on Monday.  Is it a long weekend for you?

Moonlight Walk

Our poor dogs haven't been down to the dyke in ages.  It was a hot day today, and I was making jam this afternoon.  I had my fans set up, one blowing the hot air out the kitchen window, and the other one set up on the counter oscillating back and forth to cool me off.  It works pretty well.  I'm proud to say that I made five batches today, blackberry, raspberry, raspberry-rhubarb, bluebarb, and crabapple jelly.  I'm way ahead of the game this week.  I suggested that we take the dogs down to the dyke at dusk, and since it's almost a full moon we would have enough light to see by, and probably have the dyke to ourselves.  We left a bit later than planned, just before 9:30 I think.  It's a seven minute drive.  On the way down the hill we saw a fawn on the side of the road, and then down at the dyke there were two herons. 

 Jake and Luna always run ahead to the swimming hole, so we threw a couple of rocks in the water there so they would go out and get wet and cooled off, and as we climbed back up to the top of the dyke, a massive Great Horned Owl swooped and swirled overhead. There were a few bats swooping around as well.

 Luna had a collar on with flashing red lights.  The collar tended to get lost in her hair, but when she was sideways to us we could see the red light.  Jake was a bit harder to keep track off, but it all worked well.  At one point, just before we decided to turn around, Luna was barking at something either down in the grass near the creek, or maybe on the other side.  Her hackles were up and she was concerned about something, and whatever it was, it wasn't showing up in our flashlight beam.  That was the only sort of creepy moment.  Otherwise it was a really nice walk.

Fresh Figs!

 At the beginning of the month I showed you this picture of our fig tree.  It's not a very big one, it's a Brown Turkey fig.  It just occurred to me, that maybe the variety originated in Turkey (the country) dah!, instead of the having something to do with a brown turkey (the bird). Wow, why didn't that occur to me before?  

I love dried figs, and I'm pretty excited that we have a bumper crop of fresh ones this year.  That bumper crop is only about 2 dozen figs, but that's huge to me since I think we have only ever had about three figs off that tree before.  All those little figs are a potential second crop, and the two big ones you see have turned brown and soft and are hanging down.  Maybe we've already eaten those two.

We had a couple for breakfast yesterday, and I picked five more today, but will have to take a little step ladder out to reach the rest of them.  I'd leave them a bit longer to ripen even more, but the birds are already starting to sample them.

Speaking of birds, I saw that little Robin fledgling the other day, and then this evening I saw two of them, one seemed to be a bit bigger, but I'm glad that they have survived this long.  They are flying quite well so they have a pretty good chance of survival now.

I don't have any pictures that relate to this post, so I'll just slip in a few from the last time I was at Oliver

We've reclaimed our trails at the back of our property and have been walking out there in the mornings this week.  I'm wearing that big bell I showed you in a previous post, it makes a wonderful loud clang as it hangs off my blackberry picking belt as we walk along.  There have been no mysterious scraped piles on the trail.  

I had got to thinking about the amazing total disappearance of that deer carcass, and wondered if the cougar had dragged it off and covered it up somewhere else.  Larry had noticed a bit of a smell still.  So yesterday morning as we got close to the kill area, I was peering into the undergrowth, which isn't difficult now because most of the lower leaves have died off.  At first I thought it was a rotten piece of stump, but then I thought I could see what looked like ribs. When we got to the spot where I had walked in before, where I had found the carcass, I went back in and towards the thing I saw that morning,  and sure enough, there was some hide and bones in there.  So was it the coyotes that dragged it 20 ' or so farther in?  There was no evidence that it had ever been covered up.  There was certainly lots of trampled undergrowth in there, so at some point there had been a lot of activity.

The coyotes are howling nightly again, so we'll continue walking back through there, carrying the Kougar Konker and clanging the bell.

Most mornings after we come out of the bush we stop and pick blackberries.  We are up to 27 buckets now.  It's been a productive week.  Eight buckets picked on Monday, two on Tuesday and three today. My hands, which are a mess at the best of times, are a disaster now.  I have to scrub them with lemon juice before I go out in an attempt to lesson the staining.

We had some nice rain on Friday and Sunday which was actually enough to do some good.  Still more needed as we are heading into another hot spell. 

On a productive note, I got an earlier start on jam this week, with four batches made yesterday.  The first one I made was Mango Chutney.  The amazing part about this was that usually Mango Chutney is the last one of the week, if it even gets done.  Often I run out of time.  I always put it off to the very end because it takes a long time cutting up all those mangoes, onions and apples, and I always do the easier flavours first.  So I'm pretty pleased with myself for getting the chutney out of the way, and in actual fact, I didn't even NEED to make it for this coming Sunday, because I still had enough left from the previous batch.  So I'm really getting ahead of the game:)

The Sky is Falling!

I'm sure that is what this recently fledged Robin must have been thinking today.  It pretty well rained all day, hooray! Not really heavy, but I think this time we finally got enough rain to do a bit of good.  I'll know for sure tomorrow when I walk out somewhere that has never been watered and scrape the ground with my foot and see how far the water penetrated.

 I was on my way out to the shop to get some fruit out of one of the freezers there, and in my boots and sheltering under an umbrella, took a side trip through the vegetable garden.  As I was getting close to the greenhouse an adult Robin flew off, and then there in front of the greenhouse, perched on the edge of a tub was this poor bedraggled little creature.  It really looked kind of sad, and wasn't scared of me at all.  

I gently scooped it up and placed it in the doorway of the greenhouse a couple of feet away, where at least it was out of the rain.  It squawked a bit....

.....and mother Robin flew back into the garden and swore at me from the fence post first, and then closer from the top of a shovel handle.   Can you see the rain coming down in the background?  No doubt it is the same fledgling I carried from the middle of the driveway a couple of days ago.

I got the fruit with the intentions of making some jam, but a few minutes later, the power went out, of all things.  Now I really had a good excuse for not making jam!  But, I couldn't escape the fruit totally.  Larry had come back from Oliver Thursday evening, and had brought 50 lbs of apricots with him.  This 30 lb box of 'jammers' was only 30 cents a pound.  

A great buy for me, but you have to wonder how the farmers can be making any money.  They weren't even over ripe, maybe had more blemishes than usual, but otherwise they were great.  I was only able to do up a couple of bags, I'll have to wait until the rest of them ripen more.  And the power came back on after about an hour and a quarter, so I had to do jam after all.  My aim is always to make at least the same monetary amount of jam in a week, that I sold the previous weekend.  Ideally I would make more, so I get ahead and can go to Oliver and not have to make jam while I'm there.  I'm proud to say that maybe I'm kicking that 'funk' to the curb, because I did finally (yesterday evening and this evening) make about 100 cups of 8 different kinds of jam AND I'm a bit ahead of the game.

This fun app showed up on Facebook this evening. This is with an Art Deco filter

https://dreamscopeapp.com

Be sure to let me know how much time you 'waste' playing around with your photos;-)

Sailing

I shipped Larry, Jake and Calli off to Oliver on Tuesday.  I suggested he go, he was game.  Wyndson Cottage needed checking up on, some water needed to be poured on the roots of the dormant/dead/dull brown stuff that was once a lawn.  I was also hoping that some water would help keep the squash alive that I have high hopes for.  It's been a hot(ter) dry four weeks there too.

I'm still trying to get out of the 'funk' I was in last week, and thought some alone time might help.  Not really.  There is so much here that desperately needs doing, garden wise, fruit and jam wise.  Haven't been as productive as I'd like, definitely.  Have a hard time getting started on things.  There's always tomorrow I keep telling myself.

Anyway, back to sailing.  The last time we did any of that was four years ago when we went on a three day trip across the Strait of Georgia to Saturna Island.  Parts were fun, parts not so much.  I took lots of photos, and then the relatives that took us said they didn't want their mugshots on the blog, and that put me off, and the post never happened.  Here's Larry not long after we set off.

The other kind of 'sailing' we do is to go out the occasional Saturday and do some Garage Saleing.  I think this past Saturday was only the second time this year.  Quite a few Saturdays I'm at the Abbotsford Farmers Market.  In the years prior to being marketers, we went out a lot.  The kids were little, we had a farm, there was all sorts of stuff we needed (and didn't need but bought anyway).  I knew on Saturday morning I should really be staying at home and getting a head start on picking things for Sunday's market.  I thought I would get up early and do that.  Didn't get up early enough.  I knew I would regret that.

The last few years I've tried to be a bit pickier at garage sales,  and only buy things that we really have a need/use for.  Occasionally that rule gets broken. 

 This cute little jug and bowl was 25 cents.  It's only about 5 or 6" tall.  Something I definitely don't need.  But ...25 cents?  I can live with that cheap cuteness for a little bit.

I always kind of like these big plastic shopping bags.  They can double as laundry baskets or weed buckets or whatever. 50 cents

Then also 50 cents for the super duper cow/cougar/bear bell.  The same for the wired in smoke detector (we need a new one) in a sealed package and for each of the tie down straps.  $2 for the electric staple gun.  That will help with some upholstery projects that I hope to get to one year.

Also $2 for this clothes drying rack. 

$5 for this big bag of flannelette. I did put the top piece into the 'take to the thrift store' bag. Meredith figured out that it was Esmeralda from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. 1996 and 2002.  Didn't think it was too relevant now for making into baby bibs, although the parents might remember from their child hood.  Poor printing job on it.  The red for the lips and blue for the eyes didn't always land in quite the right spot, and poor Esmeralda just looked weird.  Otherwise there was enough fabric for about 20 bibs.

And the best of all, these were freebies. Lets hope they don't stay empty for long.

Saturday was a hot day, and we didn't get home until about 1pm.  Then time for a bite to eat, and it was too hot to be out in the sun picking the veggies, so I had to wait until about 6.  Managed to fit a nap in there, it was too hot to do much else. So just after 6 I started in earnest, gathering veggies for Sunday's market.  It is a slow process, and at one point I said out loud that I didn't want to do this any more.  Just to clarify, Larry does other stuff, but the actual planting, picking, etc is all my domain.  Worked until after dark and then threw some food together for supper which we were eating at 11pm.  It all got finished off in the morning, up at 5am, and then we were off to another Sunday market.

One of Those Weeks.

Just couldn't seem to concentrate on much this week.  Each new week, after the market's over, I'm all full of great plans of what I'm going to accomplish.  That never amounts to anything like what I imagine I can do, but this week seemed particularly pitiful.  It really was a struggle to make jam. At one point I said that I didn't want to make jam any more. 

 Monday was mostly taken up with the trip to Vancouver for a check up on Larry's eye.  So far so good.  

I finally got at some jam on Wednesday afternoon.  It was just so hard to get started.  I think it was about 5pm before I really got going at it.  Three batches done that day.  Thursday late afternoon I finally got going again, and made some Strawberry Rhubarb, Bumbleberry and Ginger Pear.  Today was another late afternoon start, with Mango Chutney and Seville Marmalade finally done.  There is so much weeding, and planting too, that needs to be done in the garden.  I'm out there a lot, but seem to accomplish nothing that shows.  I wander around looking at stuff, and stop to yank out clumps of weeds, but never get one job completely done.

The weather has cooled off a bit, and we got a few brief showers of rain that did nothing more than dampen the dust for a little while.   They did nothing towards watering anything.  Look at our front lawn.  I have never seen it so brown.

We sauntered around the block tonight with the dogs, we all went together, so you go at the pace of the slowest dog, which would be Calli.  The last couple of weeks I have been going one way with the two collies, at a fast pace, and Larry saunters the other way with Calli, and we meet about 3/4 of the way around. 

Tonight the sky was colourful when we started, but by the time we were done it was pretty darn spectacular.

I headed up to the north garden to do a zucchini check.  I do that twice a day in attempt to pick them at roughly all the same size.  The grow fast, and the zuke you see in the morning that isn't quite big enough, will be too big if you leave it a full day before you check again.  There were only a couple ready this evening, although I may have missed one or two, as it was on the edge of dark, but there were a couple more that will be ready in the morning.

I had my phone with me, but it wasn't doing justice to the colours in the sky, so I ran back to the house and then back out with the camera.  No time to dawdle, the sky was changing quickly.

Yesterday morning I asked Larry if he was ready to walk through the bush.  I felt like it was time to reclaim our territory.  He said he wasn't ready yet.  I didn't want to push it.  This morning he said to me that he had thought about it, and was ready to give it a try.  We had the Kougar Konker, the dogs all on leash, we stuck close together and I got Jake to do lots of barking as we went through the trails.  I was reminded how close the undergrowth crowds the trails, even though some of it is dying off from lack of water.  Luna kept her nose to the ground most of the time.  Calli stopped to do a lot of sniffing, and I kept telling Jake to speak! speak! speak!

When we got to where the deer carcass was, well it was almost as if it had been a figment of my imagination.  There was nothing at all left where the body had been, I couldn't even tell exactly where it had been laid.  There were a couple of dried up black bits of something, some bit of organ that I had seen 10' away from the deer, last week, but that was it.  Really surprising.  If the coyotes had been in there, I expected to see more of the ground disturbed.  They've been singing most evenings,  although we didn't hear them tonight.  

I'm not sure that I'm quite ready to go back to our regular morning walks through there yet, but we are often close to that area as we work on picking our forty buckets of blackberries.  Five down, thirty five to go.

Just Random

Some random stuff from last week. 

The flower beds along the driveway aren't really suited to a sprinkler, so it was a non-energetic job that Larry could do. I asked him if I could take his photo.  He said afterwards he was very careful how and where he was holding the hose when I did:)

This cute little girl, who stands about 3' high, was $3 at the thrift store.  She is made of all metal, and looked cute with a hat on, because it made her face show up more.  I'm going to look and see what I can find in the way of cheap kid's sunhats.

I dug up all the garlic, so now 200 or so bulbs are curing out in the barn.  Some of them are a pretty good size.

I defrosted the two biggest fruit freezers.  One had a frozen syrupy mess on the bottom.  I think a bucket of marmalade that had been cooked up for the first step, and then put in the freezer, had leaked.  There were a few bags of fruit that had been there too long, stuck in that mess.  When I was finally able to get them unstuck, the hens got some fruit popsicles.

There are rows of carrots and beets in this mess.  Hopefully this coming week I'll actually be able to see them again.

The snap peas came and are done, all in the space of about 3 weeks.  I've started to pull out the plants, and might put in more seeds, on the chance that there is time for them to mature before Fall.  The hens like eating the pea plants.

And a few pretty flowers 

We are pretty darn happy that the heat wave has ended for a while.  We've even had some showers of rain, which haven't been enough to more than dampen the dust.  The watering continues. Blackberry season has started.  Forty buckets yet to pick.

Oh Deer!

Wednesday the dogs and I plodded around our trails, me with my trusty Kougar Konker in hand.  I noticed a couple of odd things on the trail, and the dogs were doing a lot of slow smelling at a lot of things.  I felt a bit uneasy, and I kept checking all around.  

Thursday morning was much the same, some pretty darn interesting smells out there.  We were on a part of the trail that heads to the southeast corner of our property, just before it turns west along the property line, and then loops back to the north, parallel to the dried up creek bed.  I smelled something dead.  I looked to my right at the piece in the middle of the loop, but didn't see anything, and thought I would look when I got to the other side of the loop, as it was more open there.  Just as I got to the corner, Luna, who was ahead of me, took off barking after something, and crashed through the bush down into the creek bed.  Jake burst out of a little side trail, all set to join in, but I got him stopped, and Luna came back right away when I yelled for her.  We continued on and came across a dead mole, that I had to drag Calli past, but couldn't smell anything there, so knew that wasn't it.  Got around to the other side of the loop, and walked in, and there was a dead deer.  Most of it was intact, but the abdominal cavity was empty, there was a hole in the chest I think, and then it was eaten or injured in the neck/throat area.  There were a billion flies buzzing around, and it stunk, and I was there by myself, and it was just too creepy, so I didn't hang around.  My first thought was cougar kill!

We went straight out of the bush into the open, instead of continuing on down the trail, and headed back to the house.  I said to Larry, what do you think killed a deer in the back bush?  Coyote? he said.  A bit later when I had started on some jam, I asked him to do some googling, and told him what I wanted to know.  He couldn't find anything, I kept suggesting different ways to word it, but he said no luck.  He told me to come down and read a cougar website he had found.  And there it was, what I was looking for, in black and white, but in a different context to what I had suggested he google.

On Wednesday as I went down the trail from the other direction, up ahead Luna had picked up something and was eating it.  I yelled at her to drop it, not sure if she did, but she continued on up the trail.  When I got to the spot she had been, I saw a perfect circle of debris in the middle of the trail, with scratch marks all the way round it, like a flower or flaming sun.  There were droppings on the top, what Luna hadn't managed to eat, uggh, dogs!   So the first thought was cat, really? a big cat, really? a big cat as in a cougar cat? really?  Further along the trail I saw another pile, not as perfect as the first one, but obvious on the dry hard ground of the trail, just the same.  Now I don't know why I didn't just get the hell out of there, there and then.  It seemed like my brain couldn't accept it.  I had forgotten about it by the time I got back to the house, and didn't even think about it on Thursday morning until I saw the dead deer.  

I was trying to get Larry to find out if cougars bury their poop like a cat does.  He couldn't find anything like that, and he didn't clue in where it said that cougars will mark their territory with a pile of debris, often containing feces or urine. Bingo!

I was encouraged to phone and report the sighting, which I did on Friday, and received a call back from the Conservation Officer.  He asked me different questions, and said it was probably a male cougar passing through.  The fact that the deer carcass didn't have any debris pulled over it indicated that he wasn't planning on coming back to it.  He told me two interesting things.  The first was that a cougar won't defend it's kill, and the second was that coyotes move out when a cougar is around. The coyotes were silent on Friday evening, and usually they put on quite a performance around dusk.  We heard a few very close tonight, for a few seconds, and I did see a coyote just the other side of the fence in the field next door.  Maybe that is a good thing?

Needless to say, we are finding somewhere else to walk the dogs in the morning for the time being.  Now I must get myself to bed, the alarm will be ringing in five hours. Market Sunday has rolled round yet again.

This Morning

One thing that we missed when we changed our eating habits, was porridge.  We used to have oat bran  porridge most mornings.  Since we are no longer eating grains of any kind, it was hard to come up with something to replace it.  I bought a packaged porridge from the clearance table at the produce store we frequent.  It was just disgusting, no wonder it was on the clearance table.  We tried a couple of different recipes, and I played around with a pumpkin one and came up with something that we really like, and we have it now about every other day.  

Pumpkin Porridge

398 ml (14 oz) can of plain pumpkin

3/4 cup of water

3 tbsp of nut butter, any kind, tahini, almond, etc

generous 1/2 cup each of flaked coconut (unsweetened) and raisins

1 tbsp cinnamon

vanilla 1/4 - 1/2 tsp

1/4 tsp salt

Put it all in pot on the stove, mix together and heat to a simmer, stirring constantly.  

Take off the heat, pour some coconut milk on, and add a bit of fresh fruit if you like.

Note - We don't use peanut butter,  peanuts are not a nut, they are a legume, and we are not eating legumes

Coconut milk comes in lots of different varieties. We have found one that we really like for this use, it is Real Thai brand, and comes in a tetra pack.  It is just coconut extract and water, no Polysorbate 80 or sulphites.  

So while I was eating this for breakfast, I was making up a list for today.

It started like this:

Walk dogs

Fixture leak at water line at greenhouse.

Fix leak in water line at control box

Fix clothesline and hang out clothes

Unload truck from Sunday.  

I was puttering in the garden while Larry was making the porridge.  After breakfast I headed off with the dogs through the bush.  I don't think I've mentioned that a large cougar was spotted about a mile and a half from here about three weeks ago.  That thought is in the back of my head as I walk down the trail in our bush with the dogs each morning.  So I'll introduce you to my Kougar Konker.  It's that piece of fence post leaning up against the gate leading to the bush.  I figure it would be nice to have some sort of weapon handy in case the cougar attacks one of the dogs, or me.  Really though, I'm hoping it was just passing through, but then....over the years we've been here there is a sighting every once in a while.  So better to be a bit prepared I guess.

If the dogs are really agitated at this gate, as there is some very fresh scent of something floating around, we don't go through.  Coyotes have easy access to this part, and they like to let you know they are around by pooping right in the middle of the trail.  Looks like they have been eating a lot of fruit with cherry type pits in it lately.

This morning it was all fine, although I did worry once when we came to a crossroads in the trail and Jake looked out to the field and his head and ears were up. He was picking up on something out there.

Stopped at the north garden on the way back and picked three more zucchini.

I did manage to fix the water line at the green house.  I think only one swear word was uttered  and I was only bleeding from one spot.  My patch job wasn't working, the hose clamps weren't cooperating and we didn't have any new ones left, so I did the smart thing and removed the whole 10' piece of line and put a new piece in and it is all good.

The water repair at the control box looks like a doozy.  It involves working in a confined space, and I will have to turn the water off to the whole house with an old tap that I don't even want to touch because it looks like it might fall apart if I do.  Pulling pipes and connectors apart to replace a t-connection.  Maybe tomorrow.

Got the clothesline fixed, and made sure that it won't pull apart like it did. 

 Figured that might happen when I was replacing it a few months ago, and it did.  Should have fixed it right then.

The truck is unloaded from Sunday's market.  Mostly empty coolers and veggie bins and mushroom boxes. 

It's now mid afternoon, cooler today than yesterday, and much of the smoke has cleared.  

Should be making some jam I guess, but I do like to leave that to the last minute;-)

Maybe tomorrow!

You know that old saying....tomorrow never comes.

PS No, I haven't found my glasses.  Still checking as I'm picking raspberries, more of that to do this evening.  Thankfully I only need them for reading, and we do have a pair of readers here that are filling in for the time being.

Day is Done, Gone the Sun

It was a long day. Or more like a tiring weekend.  We are stuck in a heat wave and need rain desperately and I Just. Can't. Take. It. Any. More.

 Saturday morning I picked a few of the vegetables, the snap peas and purslane (which is actually a weed that just showed up here last year, all on it's own, and is very high in omega 3's).  Then I made five batches of jam, because it had been hot all week and who wants to make jam in a house with no air conditioning and now I couldn't put it off any longer, and had to do it.  Then back outside in the evening after the sun is off the garden to get more things picked.  When it is too dark to pick any more, then I bag and bundle what I can.  To bed at 12:30 am Saturday night although really I guess it's Sunday morning.  Up 4 1/2 hours later at 5am.  Market morning.  Meredith had offered to help when Larry had his surgery, so we decided that Larry wasn't going to the market today.  Finished picking and packaging the last of the veggies this morning, mostly herbs, arugula and salad greens.  Made up the 6 flower bouquets.  Larry filled the coolers with eggs, and I put them in the truck. Loaded everything into the truck, including the eight boxes of jam (which I would have forgotten, thank you Larry).  He had put together a breakfast/lunch for me, as there is never time to eat at home.  New for us this year is selling mushrooms at the market.  No we don't grow them, but as farmers we are allowed to bring in a certain percentage of the items we sell, from other farms.  It's a long story.  Anyway, Larry drove to pick up the mushrooms which are only a few miles away, which he usually does on his way to the market, but this time brought them back here and then I took them with me in the truck. I  had said I would try to walk the two collies at least before I left, so that Larry didn't have to worry about exercising them, since he isn't supposed to do a lot of walking.  By this time it is almost 7:30am.  I need a shower.  I decide to run around the block with the dogs.  Well I ran half of it maybe, it's a little over a mile.  Did it in 14 minutes, had my shower, gathered up the last of my stuff and headed off just after 8am. 

 Meredith met me at the market.  It was the usual rush to get set up, and then I had to explain to Meredith how it worked with the mushrooms, how to box them up.  We had a rather large lineup forming out front.  I had roped off the front of our booth, as people walk in and expect to buy things well before the 10 am start time.  Every interruption in our set up time slows us down, so we have to be firm about that. 10 am came and I still didn't have all the jam out, but we needed to open.  

Our booth is 10' wide by 20' deep.  This table with the jam and some sewing (the sewing selection is rather skimpy this year) is straight ahead, at the back, as you walk in.  There is a stand with aprons on it to the right, and usually I have another stand with shopping/book bags on it like those three on the shelf on the front of the table.  The table looks a bit bare.  Our trailer is parked behind with extra jam, and everything except the perishables pack into that trailer.

On the left as you walk in, is the vegetable table. These are photos from a couple of weeks ago.

On the right is the mushroom table. 

Meredith is great, she's helped enough over the years that she knows how it works, is quick and intelligent and makes things happen.  So I'm taking the money, as I know how the different vegetables are priced and Meredith is keeping the different mushrooms boxed up and out there and restocking jam. We had a constant stream of customers, and when we finally got a break to maybe eat some breakfast only an hour had passed, and it felt like it should be at least two.  It was a scorching hot day, hit 36 C at home here today (97F), although it was a bit cooler at White Rock.  There was a nice breeze thank goodness, without that it would have been unbearable.  A couple of times the breeze got a little strong and tents were bouncing around and a few things crashed over.  Business was steady and it was a good day sales wise.  At 2pm we started to pack up.  Not a fun job on a hot day.  Took us an hour and 10 minutes.  By that time I was just toast(ed).  Usually I visit my mother at her care home after the market, but today I phoned and cancelled.  Just couldn't do it.  I headed off and got home about 4pm.  Unloaded a few things (the rest can be done tomorrow).  I had traded some left over mushrooms for some soft organic apricots, so I needed to get those dealt with.  I cut them in half and pitted them and put them on a cookie sheet and into the freezer.  They will be a nice treat for us later.  And then I went into the basement where it is cooler, read for a little bit and fell asleep.  A nap was good!  Larry had made some potato salad with some potatoes that didn't make the cut, and cooked some sausages to go with it. Later this evening I wandered out to the north garden.  Thought I should check the zucchini, and already there were two more ready to be picked. 

 We have been dealing with smoke from forest fires blown out from the interior of the province, on and off all day.  The sun was looking pretty spectacular, a big fiery ball as it was going down. I don't know how to get the camera to pick it up like it looks to the eye, but you can get a sense of it.

  I love to just wander around in the vegetable garden.  Munch on a bit of this or that (raspberries and peas right now), pull a few weeds, get dirt in my shoes and make my feet dirty again.  No peas in the north garden, but lots of blackberries nearby, and they are ripening, so wandered around and picked and ate those.  I was hoping for a spectacular sunset, but it didn't happen.  

 I'm excited that we are going to have figs, maybe quite a few figs

There's always a border collie or two, ready and willing to play ball

I'll be awake early, and will go out and pick raspberries in the morning.  I'll search (again) for my glasses which have been missing since Friday night, and may or may not be buried in the mass of vegetation (is that a fancy way of saying knee high weeds?) under the raspberry plants.